Shawn's P.O.V.
"Baaaaabe." Cameron yells from the kitchen.

"What?" I yell back.

"Are you almost ready?"

"One minute Cameron." I adjust my collar, smiling at myself in the mirror. My dress shirt and black dress pants look nice. I grab my bottle of cologne and spray just a little bit around my body.

"Baaaabe." he says walking into the bathroom. His eyes grow and he smiles. "Damn." he says, surveying my body. I blush and he walks behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, bringing his face to rest on my right shoulder. I look at us, smiling into the mirror, as he plants a small kiss on my neck.

"Is that the dress shirt I bought you the other night?" I ask him.

"Yes." he says looking over at us in the mirror, and smiling.

"I still can't believe we haven't technically been married this whole time." I say to him.

"We have been married Shawny. In here." he says while placing his hand over my heart. He keeps it there for a few seconds. "Why's your heart beating so fast?" he asks.

"Cause you're right here." I say smiling. "My heart always beats faster around you. You just have that affect on me." I say laughing. He just rolls his eyes and kisses my neck again.

"And besides it'll be official after tonight. What time are we supposed to be at the courthouse again?"

"5 o' clock." I say surely. He pulls out his phone.

"Well it's 4:25. I think we should go. Traffic looks pretty busy today." I go to walk away but he pulls me back into place. He turns on his camera. "Smile." he says cutely. I look into the mirror and smile as he moves his head over kissing my neck. He snaps the picture. He brings it up by our faces.

"My face looks so gross." I say truthfully.

"Shut up." he says, playfully shoving me. "You look so damn sexy." I blush and he kisses my cheek.

"Come on. We gotta go get legally married." I turn around and connect our lips for a few brief seconds. He leans his forehead against mine.

"Let's go." He grabs my hand as we walk to the front of the apartment and eventfully out to the car. He opens my door for me, like always, and I get into the car. Why's he gotta be such a damn sweetheart? He sits down and starts the car. "Hand me the aux cord." he says, extending his hand to me.

"Um you got the aux cord last time. I think it's my turn." He just looks at me.

"Fine." I say handing it to him. He grabs it, smiling goofily, and plugs his phone in.

*****

"So that's it?" I say smiling, holding Cameron's hand.

"Yup. You two are officially Mr. Cameron Alexander Mendes-Dallas, and Mr. Shawn Peter Raul Mendes-Dallas." I smile at hearing our new last names. I like that they match this time.

"You hear that Mr. Mendes-Dallas?" I say kissing his lips.

"Yes you two are now officially married."

"Again." I say, correcting the man.

"Well technically you were never married in the first place so."

"Thank you." Cameron says, grabbing my hand and leading us out of the room. He holds on tightly, as to signal to me to stop talking.

"He was getting a little rude." I say, as we're walking down the stairs of the courthouse.

"I know baby." he says, wrapping his arm around me. We get back into the car and he just sits there just looking at me.

"What?" I ask laughing.

"Just look at you. You're so damn cute." he says reaching over and planting a kiss on my cheek. I feel the heat in my face rise. He pulls away starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. He takes his right hand off the steering wheel, placing it on my left knee. I look at it and then back at him and smile.

"Is someone horny?" I ask laughing.

"No." he says sarcastically. I push his hand away, placing my hand on his knee. I slowly bring it up his leg, closer and closer to his crotch.

"Just wait till we get home." I say smiling.

"Oh God." he says smiling. I leave my hand resting on his leg. His phone vibrates. He picks it up and I can't see who's calling him.

"Who's that?" I ask.

"No one." he says in return. "I have to use the bathroom." We pull into a gas station. "You want any candy or anything?" he asks cutely.

"Peanut M&Ms." I say in return. They're my favorite candy. He smiles and gets out of the car, walking inside. I wander who was calling him. It doesn't matter. After about 5 long minutes Cameron comes back to the car. We pull out of the gas station.

"Do you wanna stop and get something to eat." he says. His demeanor looks different than before. He looks sadder.

"I don't care." I say. I'm kinda hungry.

"So that's a yes?"

"Sure."

"Do you wanna sit down and eat or get drive through?" he asks.

"Well it'd be nice to eat in but we'd be swarmed with fans. Fast food is ok." I say, half heartedly smiling. I sometimes wish Cameron and I weren't famous.

"We can eat in babe. People aren't gonna swarm us."

"No it's ok. I just don't wanna be around a bunch of people right now. I just wanna be with you." I smile at him.

"Too late. We're going out." he says, smiling.

"Babe seriously, I just wanna go home."

"Quit lying." he says turning into Texas Roadhouse. Why won't he just listen to me? He's starting to aggravate me.

"Babe come on. We're gonna walk out of the car and be attacked by people."

"No we won't babe. And besides we can just ignore them if it happens."

"I don't want to go out." I yell. He just looks at me.

"Fine." He puts the car in reverse and backs out of the parking lot.

"Oh my God babe. Can you not be like this right now?"

"Like what?" he says, trying to sound normal.

"All like in a bad mood."

"I'm not in a bad mood Shawn. Not at all." he says, trying to cover up his bad mood.

"Babe I'm sorry. If you wanna go out that badly we can." I say, moving my hand over to rest on his. His was resting on the consul. He pulls his hand away.

"I don't wanna be touched right now." he says rudely.

"Cameron seriously calm down." I say, trying to hold back a laugh. I move my hand by him again.

"Seriously I don't wanna be touched." he yells.

"Fine then." I say back, trying to hold back my laugh. What the heck just happened? Is he actually mad right now? I look back over at him. "Look babe, I'm sorry. We can go out."

"I don't wanna go out." he says, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Yes you do." I say cutely.

"It's fine. I'll just make a sandwich at home."

"We're not even gonna get drive through?" I ask, fake complaining. He pulls off the road slamming the brakes, bringing the car to a halt.

"What do you want Shawn?! Honestly! Do you want drive through? Do you wanna eat in. You tell me because I can't read your fucking mind dude." he yells at me. Damn. I don't know what's wrong with him but something is definitely up.

"I'm not hungry." I say. I'm just done. I don't wanna go out anymore.

"Oh my God Shawn. No! Tell me what you want! Seriously! I don't care if you wanna go out or get carry out or eat at home just tell me."

"I just told you Cameron. I'm not fucking hungry. Take me home." I yell back.

"Fine." He puts the car in drive, looking over his shoulder at traffic and pulls back onto the road. I just look at him. What the hell is wrong?

"Can I ask you something Cameron."

"Sure Shawn. I don't care." he says, still not taking his eyes off of traffic to look at me.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask seriously. There is a lot of tension in the air between us right now.

"Nothings wrong." he says smiling. It was a sarcastic smile.

"Fine then. Don't tell me." I say turning to look out the window. I don't even know why we're fighting right now. After a couple more minutes of dead silence we pull into our apartment. I get out, walking in, not waiting for Cameron. I walk straight to the kitchen and pull out the bread. I open the fridge door. Turkey sounds good for us. I pull it out.

"What are you doing?" Cameron says, placing the keys on the bar.

"Making you dinner." I say angrily.

"Shawn, I'm sorry I didn't mean to fight with you." he says halfheartedly.

"No you're not." I say, starting to put the turkey on his sandwich.

"Babe just stop. I can make my own food." he says walking towards me.

"No I got it." I say. I open the jar of mayo, for some reason he likes it on his turkey sandwiches, and dip the knife into the jar.

"Shawn stop." he says grabbing onto the jar.

"I got it." I yell. He pulls on the jar and I pull back. He looks me in the eyes and pulls harder. I pull even harder, the jar leaving his hand and flying at me. Mayonnaise goes all over my nice dress shirt and the glass jar hits the bar, shattering into pieces. I see a small bit of blood start to stream down my arm. I guess a piece of the glass must have punctured me. I throw his sandwich on the ground and walk out of the kitchen to our bathroom. I'm holding my left arm in my right hand, palm up. I can't look at Cameron right now. I walk into the bathroom, starting the sink. I shut and lock the door.

"Babe." Cameron says, trying to open the door. "Are you ok?" he asks worried.

"I'm fine." I yell at him. "Just leave me alone."

"No Shawn. In sickness and in health, till death do we part. I just made that promise to you for the second time in my life today." I hear him lean on the door. "I'll kick down this door." he says cutely. "It wouldn't be the first time I kicked down a door for you." I do need help cleaning this wound. I walk over and unlock the door. He walks in, following me over to the sink. He gently grabs my arm, dabbing the cut with the damp washcloth. "I'm sorry Shawn. I didn't mean to do this." he says sadly.

"I just don't understand why you're so mad Cameron." I say. He doesn't respond, but continues cleaning the wound. He makes sure there is no glass in it and wraps it up with light brown/ tan wrap.

"There. All better." he says smiling. I can still see sadness in his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong babe." I say, grabbing his biceps. "The only way I can fix this is if I know what I did." He pushes my hands off of him.

"You can't fix this Shawn." he says, sounding like he's about to cry, walking into the bedroom. I follow him. He has his back to me, looking out the window. Small raindrops make a pit-pat sound against the dark window, as a small amount of moonlight shines in.

"Cameron tell me what's going on." I grab his bicep, turning him around. I pull him into a hug. He's crying into my hug. I wrap my arms around him, and he hugs back.

"Shawn." he says. He pulls away from the hug looking at me. "Remember that call I got in the car?"

"Yah." I say, my heart starting to race. "Who was it?" I ask.

"It was Tara." he says. He goes to say more but stops himself, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Why'd she call you?" I ask nervously. What's going on?

"I called her back inside the gas station. She gave me some very interesting news about Nevada." I think back to the last time I saw Nevada. It was a couple weeks ago.

"What's going on with Nevada?" I ask.

"Well she's pregnant." My heart stops beating as fast after hearing this.

"Aww. Well isn't that great for them. Isn't that funny? They're having a baby and we're having a baby." I say walking toward Cameron, smiling.

"You don't understand." he says putting up his arms, before I could hug him.

"What don't I understand?" I ask confused.

"Nevada found out she was pregnant the day after you left your tour."

"Ok?" I ask.

"That means she got pregnant about two weeks before that."

"Ok." I say, still confused.

"That was around the same time you and her had the whole whatever the hell happened." he says, referring to when I almost cheated with Nevada. My heart starts to race.

"So Cameron. She had sex with her boyfriend that night." He just looks up at me, the tears in his eyes mixing with the hate. He's never looked at me like this before. "She told me she did." I say, my heart still racing.

"Her boyfriend had a vasectomy." he says angrily, the tears starting to dry to his face. Oh my god.

"Vasectomies can fail." I say, my heart starting to beat even faster.

"Stop it Shawn." he says, gritting his teeth. "Nevada is pregnant. And there's nothing you can do to change that." he stops talking to calm down. "And you might be the father, and there's also no changing that." I just look at him shocked. This can't actually be happening can it? There's no way I might be the father to a kid between me and Nevada.

"Cameron I-"

"Don't say you're sorry." he says, cutting me off. "I need some space to think. I'll be back later." he says, walking past me out of the bedroom.

"Cameron wait." I say running after him.

"I just need some time Shawn. Just give me some time." he says walking out the door and slamming it shut behind him. I fall to my knees looking at the door. My breathing is continuing to get heavy; my heart beating even faster. I need to talk to Nevada. And I need to talk to her right now.